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Steven Universe Sentence Starters !

Most of these are songs, but some are quotes. You’re welcome to change the pronouns as you see fit!

  • “If every pork chop were perfect, we wouldn’t have hot dogs.”
  • “Love at first sight doesn’t exist, love takes time and love takes work.”
  • “All comedy is derived from fear.”
  • “Who cares how I feel? How you feel is bound to be much more interesting.”
  • “I never asked to be made!”
  • “I love cookie cat!”
  • “All I wanna be is someone who’s seen a giant woman.”
  • “Why do you have to look up to her?”
  • “I’m telling you for your own good and not because I’m-… jealous.”
  • “I can show you how to be strong in the real way.”
  • “I didn’t even get to know my Mom!”
  • “Squared pizza?! This place is evil!”
  • “I’m not like the other guys.”
  • “In this whole wide world there’s no one like you.”
  • “Could this night get any better?!”
  • “Isn’t it such a beautiful night?”
  • “Let yourself just be whoever you are.”
  • “We’re on the run.”
  • “Wish that I could see that there’s no better place than home…”
  • “I don’t care about what all the others say!”
  • “You people have too much money.”
  • “Well she’s a rip tide queen and she’s super mean.”
  • “I just showed them I don’t got the stuff.”
  • “I tried so hard to fly but I was thrown.”
  • “Have a little faith in me!”
  • “I just wanted to help…”
  • “Some… say I have no direction. That I’m a light speed distraction…”
  • “This is the final frontier.”
  • “Life in the stars is all I’ve ever known.”
  • “I know in my heart it’s been worth it all of the while.”
  • “They’re playing sword. Oh sorry, they’re playing with swords. Oh no they’re bleeding. And they’re dead. Don’t call again.”
  • “Oh! Um… I don’t exactly… eat.”
  • “Is that a weapon?”
  • “Welcome to earth.”
  • “Do you believe in destiny?”
  • “Close your eyes and leave the rest to me.”
  • “What are you doing here?”
  • “What are you doing to me?”
  • “You’re wearing that tee shirt!”
  • “What can I do for you?”
  • “What can I do that no one else can do?”
  • “You are so much fun~”
  • “I hadn’t planned on finding you… quite this entertaining~
  • “I like playing along~”
  • “I can’t believe I just got that on video!”
  • “Quit embarrassing yourself!”
  • “I’ve seen who you really are…”
  • “I ain’t gonna follow your rules.”
  • “Let’s go, just me and you.”
  • “Go ahead and try to hit me if you’re able.”
  • “I think you’re just mad cause you’re single~”
  • “I am made of love.”
  • “I’m stronger than you.”
  • “I won’t let you hurt my friends!”
  • “This is who I am.”
  • “I don’t want that for you…”
  • “What if somehow you get hurt?!”
  • “I have to protect you…”
  • “You’re better not knowing the trouble I’m in.”
  • “You don’t have to be a part of this; I don’t think I want you to be.”
  • “I don’t want you to worry about where I just was or what I just saw.”
  • “You don’t need this… You don’t need me.
  • “C’mon and share this jam with me!”
  • “I’d do it for you.”
  • “I’d do it for him/her.”
  • “Balance is the key.”
  • “Keep your eyes on me.”
  • “Concentrate! Don’t you want him/her to live?!”
  • “Just try and think about the life you’ll have… together after the war!”
  • “When you live for someone you’re prepared to die.”
  • “Maybe you’re better off with him/her…”
  • “I think he’s/she’s better for you.”
  • “I guess I got carried away…”
  • “Is there something I can do to make it up to you?”
  • “I see a tower built out of my mistakes and it all comes crashing down…”
  • “I don’t wanna do this!”
  • “I can’t help it if I make a scene~”
  • “I’ve got a pair of eyes that they’re getting lost in~”
  • “Everybody needs a friend and I’ve got you and you and you! So many I can’t even name them, can you blame me? I’m too famous~”
  • “Haven’t you noticed I’m a star?”
  • “What do I do with all this money, when all I want is you?”
  • “How do I spend all this money? I’d rather just spend time with you.”
  • “Let’s go to _____!!! And let’s bring _____!!!!”
  • “100 bucks? Gee thanks!”
  • “Dance with me!”
  • “NO!!!”
  • “After all those years I never thought I’d lose…”
  • “It’s over, isn’t it?”
  • “You won and he/she chose you…”
  • “Now they’re gone…”
  • “Who am I now in this world without him/her?!”
  • “What does it matter?! It’s already done!”
  • “Why don’t you talk to each other?”
  • “I know you’re trying to avoid it, but I don’t know why.”
  • “You might not believe it, but you’ve got a lot in common. You really do.”
  • “You both love me and I love both of you.”
  • “If I were you, I’d hate me too.”
  • “I don’t hate you…”
  • “I now you both need it, someone who knows what you’re going through.”
  • “_____ don’t cost nothing.”
  • “Don’t tell me, sing me!”
  • “Look at everything you do. Look at everything you are. It’s incredible, as incredible as you.”
  • “It’s a full time job admiring all the ways that you’re inspiring.”
  • “I think I need a little change.”
  • “I always did believe that love is all you need to be a happy man/woman.”
  • “Here comes a thought.”
  • “If I could begin to be half of what you think of me, I could do about anything, I could even learn how to love.”
  • “I’d like to learn how to love like you.”
  • “I always thought I might be bad now I’m sure that it’s true; Cause I think you’re so good, but I’m nothing like you.”
  • “Look at you go! I just adore you! I wish that I knew what makes you think I’m so special…”
People say that all the time to me [Justin Timberlake comparisons]. I think Harry is… I know this sounds simple, but he just wants to be himself. He’s proud because this is the record he wanted to make. And where it falls in line, I guess the audience will tell us. But I know he’s proud. It’s nice to have a comparison of Justin Timberlake. I hope he becomes that, it’d be great. But I think he’s happy being who he is. I just love his whole vision. When he put the tour up on sale, they were theatres. He probably could have done arenas. He said, ‘I don’t want to get ahead of myself here.’ I hope people wanna hear this music, cause it’s not going to be a One Direction show. He just did stadiums for six years. He wants it to be about the new album. He took a slower approach, and I thought it was brilliant. Those shows sold out in 25 seconds. And yes it leaves people wanting more, but he’ll get to them. He’s gonna play for a lot of people this year and next year.

Disney Lyrics Starters

  •  "I want more.“
  • "I’m not meant to play this part.”
  • “If I were to truly be myself I would break my family’s heart.”
  • “Why is my reflection someone that I don’t know.”
  • “No man is worth the aggravation.”
  • “Who do you think you’re kidding?”
  • “Girl, you can’t conceal it.”
  • “No chance, no way, I won’t say it.”
  • “It’s too cliche, I won’t say i’m in love.”
  • “I thought my heart had learned it’s lesson.”
  • “You keep on denying who you are and how you’re feeling.”
  • “Face it like a grown up.”
  • “When you gonna own up.”
  • “Check the grin, you’re in love.”
  • “I won’t say i’m in love.”
  • “You’re way off base.”
  • “Get off my case, I won’t say it.”
  • “In your dreams you will lose your heartache.”
  • “Have faith in your dreams.”
  • “You’ve got power in your corner now.”
  • “You ain’t never had a friend like me.”
  • “Come on and whisper what you want.”
  • “I’ve got a powerful urge to help you out.”
  • “You think i’m an ignorant savage.”
  • “How can there be so much that you don’t know.”
  • “You think you own whatever land you land on.”
  • “I wonder why I didn’t see it there before.”
  • “Who’d have ever thought this could be?”
  • “I admit in the past i’ve been a nasty.”
  • “I’ve mended all my ways.”
  • “It’s a talent I always have possessed.”
  • “Someone couldn’t pay the price.”
  • “A girl who gossips is a bore.”
  • “It’s she who holds her tongue that gets the man.”
  • “Make your choice!”
  • “I’m a very busy woman.”
  • “I haven’t got all day.”
  • “It won’t cost much.”
  • “Now’s your moment.”
  • “We all must pay the price.”
  • “I can show you the world.”
  • “When did you last let your heart decide?”
  • “I can open your eyes.”
  • “I can’t go back to where I use to be.”
  • “Let me share this whole new world with you.”
  • “I can see what’s happening.”
  • “Disaster’s in the air.”
  • “Time is racing towards us.”
  • “Heed my every order and you might survive.”
  • “I only steal what I can’t affort.”
  • “One jump ahead of the hitman.”
  • “I’ve got that wanderlust.”
  • “The world is my backyard.”
  • “I’ve only got myself.”
  • “You’re alone and you’re scared.”
  • “Come on and lift your glass.”
  • “Every day is like the one before it.”
  • “Every guy here love’d to be you.”
  • “I never see you anymore.”
  • “It’s like you’ve gone away.”
  • “I wish you would tell me why.”
  • “People have been asking where you'be been.”
  • “Please let me in.”
  • “We only have each other.”
  • “Put on a show.”
  • “Make one wrong move and everyone will know.”
  • “It’s only for today.”
  • “It’s agony to wait.”
  • “I’m getting what i’m dreaming of.”
  • “But with you I’ve found my place.”
  • “it’s nothing like i’ve ever known before.”
  • “Couldn’t keep it in, heaven knows I’ve tried.”
  • “Don’t let them know.”
  • “I don’t care what they’re going to say.”
  • “It’s time to see what I can do.”
  • “You’ll never see me cry.”
  • “I’m never going back.”
  • “The past is in the past.”
  • “That perfect girl is gone.”
  • “You don’t have to keep your distance anymore.”
  • “I finally understand.”
  • “You don’t have to live in fear.”
  • “I will be right here.”
  • “Your life awaits.”
  • “Just stay away and you’ll be safe from me.”
  • “I get the feeling you don’t know.”
  • “You don’t have to be afraid.”
  • “We can work this out together.”
  • “I can’t control the curse.”
  • “You’re not safe here.”
  • “This is where i’m meant to be.”
  • “I am on my way.”
  • “I’ve been around the block before.”
  • “I’ve given up hope that someone would come along.”
  • “I’m down to one last hope.”
  • “My words are a matter of pride.”
  • “It’s clear from your vacant expressions that the lights are not all on upstairs.”
  • “So prepare for the chance of a lifetime.”
  • “You will be rewarded when I am at last given my dues.”
  • “You’re expected to take certain duties on board.”
  • “As you thgouth life you’ll see, there is so much we don’t understand.”
  • “Things don’t always go the way we planned.”
  • “Can I still just be me the way I am?”
  • “Can I trust in my own heart?”
  • “Am I just one part of some big plan?”
  • “One day when you’re strong and big, you will be a king.”
  • “I’ve been exiled.”
  • “I get a little tense.”
  • “I hate to let them live.”
  • “The battle may be bloody, but that kinda works for me.”
  • “They can have the world, we’ll create our own.”
  • “I am home if you are right there beside me.”
  • “I know love will find a way.”
  • “This is what you give me to work with?”
  • “Well honey, i’ve seen worse.”
  • “You’ll bring honor to us all.”
  • “Sometimes it’s too much for even me.”
  • “I have your hearts and you have my pity.”
  • “I can improvise.”
  • “Why should I worry?”
  • “Why should I care?”
  • “You can own this town.”
  • “You can wear the crown.”
  • “You’ve got alot to learn.”
  • “You’ll feel right at home on the street.”
  • “We make an art out of staying alive.”
  • “Get what you want then get away.”
  • “Ain’t got time for messin’ around.”
  • “It’s not my style.”
  • “This town can slow you down.”
  • “I know exactly where i’m going.”
  • “People down here think i’m crazy.”
  • “There ain’t nothing that’s gonna stop me.”
  • “Things for sure are gonna go my way.”
  • “I’m almost there!”
  • “I’ve worked hard for everything i’ve got.”
  • “You’re my queen of the night.”
  • “Love is everything, don’t you agree?”
  • “Don’t matter where you came from.”
  • “When you find out who you are you’ll find out what you need.”
  • “That ain’t gonna make you happy.”
  • “All you need is some self control.”
  • “Maybe love will grant you peace of mind.”
  • “You’re something i never chose.”
  • “You’re the best I never knew I needed.”
  • “i need you here always.”
  • “Who knew i’d be here.”
  • “When will my life begin?”
  • “Stuck in the same place i’ve always been.”
  • “For the first time in forever i’m completely free.”
  • “Guess I always knew this day was coming.”
  • “It’s a scary world out there.”
  • “One way or another, something will go wrong I swear.”
  • “You’ll just upset me.”
  • “Go ahead and leave me, I deserve it.”
  • “On your own you won’t survive.”
  • “They’ll eat you up alive.”
  • “Don’t let him device you.”
  • “I won’t say i’ve told you so.”
  • “I’m where i’m meant to be.”
  • “At least I see the light.”
  • “Everything looks different now that I see you.”
Ladykiller (M)

Anon requested: Can I please request a scenario where Taehyung is the resident fuckboi at ur university(it’s a College AU) and you’re the only girl he hasn’t banged yet so when he sees you at a party he makes it his mission to get you out of your pants and into his room annddddddd he accomplishes his mission of you know what I mean😉

I changed it a bit but I hope it’s still okay!

Word Count: 6.7k words


You believed in destiny when your acceptance letter into your top choice came to your house. You believed in destiny when you managed to get a perfect mark with one of the hardest professors in your program. You believed in destiny when you met your best friend in that same lecture hall. Despite your unwavering belief in destiny, you knew it was anything but destiny when the biggest playboy in your university moved across the hall from you.

You vaguely remember seeing a little old lady taking groceries there once but a week later, there he was knocking on your door.

“Hello, I just moved here and I thought I should introduce myself and–” he looked up, smirking when your eyes met.

“Today must be my lucky day.” You answered the door in shorts and a long sweater that covered the emerald green pair. His eyes scanned your body like a bar code and you almost shut the door when he stopped it with his foot.

“Piss off, Kim.”

“If you’re into watersports, give me a few minutes. I can quench that thirst with a golden shower.”

“I really hope you drop dead.”

“That’s so hurtful, petal. I thought you liked me?”

“Like to kill you in your sleep.”

“What I’m hearing is that you’ll get into my bed, right?”

“Wow, deaf too. Goodbye.”

“Selective hearing, petal.”

“Go away, you stalker.”

“For your information, gorgeous, I live across from you now. Might need some sugar later if you catch my drift.”

“Drift away from my door, asshole.” You spit out, the third time you told him to leave and shut the door successfully. He was probably stupidly smiling, now within arm’s reach within you.

The infamous Kim Taehyung, his playboy reputation consists of a swarm of girls that attack him, angry girls that want to get revenge and girls who are proud to sleep with him just once. You, on the other hand, didn’t fit into those three categories at all. You had no interest into Taehyung, finding that he thrives on attention and popularity to make a mark. He was an empty shell that filled itself with alcohol and painting a girl’s walls white with cum.

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You Haven’t Even Seen It

Baron Corbin/OC: You always call Baron ‘Wolf Daddy’ as a joke, but you don’t know he really likes it. You’re alone after a show and call him wolf daddy and he snaps. Smutttttt (and daddy kink). Requested by @screamersdontdance

BOIIIIII IT’S LIT AF I FINALLY WROTE A REQUEST I’M YELLING

Tagging all you lovely lil nuggets (let me know if you don’t wanna be tagged anymore and I’ll take you off the list but alsoooo if you’re not tagged and wanna be, let me know): @lavitabella87 @omgmissmillie @everybodyfinnfreeze @shadow-of-wonder @laochbaineann @justtookawaii @sarrahcha @attilasgurl @twiistedbliiss @hotspurmadridista @alexispoo @niazha16 @happelu970 @officialbroski10-blog @artemisapalla316 @crowleysqueenofhell @lilmisscrisis @antigonemaia @imnoaingeal @littledeadrottinghood @imagineall-the-fandoms @fuckyeahbulletclub @hiitsmecharlie @macfizzle @bizclizbaybay

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Uno: The Movie: The Sentence Starter Meme

  • “Oh what the Christ?!”
  • “It’s not great that that’s still going.”
  • “I only have fifteen.”
  • “You know what? Here’s looking at you, kid.”
  • “These rules are so stupid.”
  • “There are no friendships in Uno.”
  • “Maybe this game will last even longer than the last one.”
  • “Good luck using it, bitch.”
  • “It’s weaponized Uno.”
  • “Can I have my hand back?”
  • “If we played this game like two hours a day I’d have a six pack from laughing so hard.”
  • “If you say ‘here’s looking at me’ one more time…”
  • “We’ve made an unwinnable game.”
  • “If you had to choose between yellow and blue, what would you choose?”
  • “That’s a bad color?”
  • “You just doubled my hand.”
  • “Oh my god, we’re going to be here for the rest of our lives!”
  • “That was cool, let’s do it again.”
  • “You feel like hurting? Because I can hurt.”
  • “Is that a thing we can all agree to do?”
  • “And I am the recipient of your fuckery.”
  • “Just fucking do it.”
  • “Stop what you’re doing because I’m about to ruin your life.”
  • “I have a feeling that things are going to get salty really fast.”
  • “I feel like we should skype _____ in just so he can’t get away from the misery.”
  • “I lick every one I pick up.”
  • “Everyone has to play all the way to the end.”
  • “If I win this one, I’m leaving.”
  • “I’m gonna come atcha hard.”
  • “Just go ahead and get fucked, right there.”
  • “Hopefully that does some damage.”
  • “We are going to die here!”
  • “That was a load of bog.”
  • “Don’t return the favor.”
  • “It won’t end!”
  • “There’s nothing more important than this.”
  • “We did not anticipate this, and it is entirely my fault.”
  • “Don’t stack it on me, please.”
  • “We’re never playing this game again.”
  • “NO, NO, NO I DON’T WANNA!”
  • “I fucking–oh god.”
  • “Always go for the mouth.”
  • “Who are these people?”
  • “When I envisioned this joke, I envisioned it being about forty-five seconds long.”
  • “We were in Poland?”
  • “That was the worst theater mode ever.”
Strictly Professional (Part 1)

Summary: You’ve been Misha’s publicist and personal assistant for the past two years, and despite being in love with him, you have a strictly professional relationship with him. At least that’s what you tell yourself. (again, I’m the worst at summaries sry bout it)

Pairing: Misha x Publicist/PA!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k 

Warnings: language, kissing, maybe slight angst? ish? and a cliffhanger bc im the worst 0:-)

A/N: AND SO IT BEGINS.

Strictly Professional Masterlist

Originally posted by timetraveldean

“Have you seen Misha?!” you demanded, out of breath from running around the entire damn hotel trying to find the one man you were responsible for.

The convention volunteer put her hands up in defense, the look on her face seeming to say ‘I have no idea, please don’t hurt me’.

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Seijou Players as Things That Have Been Said in my Workplace

Oikawa: Look, I’m not gonna say it was aliens. Because that should go without saying. I’m just gonna say, maybe use the side door for awhile.

Iwaizumi: Is there anyone here who DIDN’T google how to do their job??

Hanamaki: (Talking to a tray of burnt cookies) How dare you. How dare all of you. What kind of disrespect-

Matsukawa: Actually I was hired for my impeccable jazz hands, the memes were just a bonus.

Yahaba: Hey, I’m super ahead of schedule, so I’m just gonna go have an existential crisis real quick. I’ll be back in like thirty minutes.

Kyoutani: I took this job because I wanted to avoid people. Leave me alone with my bread.

Watari: Can you get that bag of flour down for me? I’d do it myself but it’s literally bigger than me. And above me. I don’t want to go to the hospital before lunch.

Kindaichi: I like to think I have realistic goals. I want to suck less. I don’t have to not suck at all. Just… less.

Kunimi: (Hand bleeding profusely) Goddammit it is too early for this. I’m getting coffee and a bandage IN THAT ORDER.

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Word Count: 847
Warnings: Swearing
Characters: Nick Clark; Troy Otto; reader (Y/N); Jake Otto (mentioned only).

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“Y/N, he’s a nut job-”

“He’s not that bad, Nick.” You sighed at your brother. You loved him but he always did this. It was the same with your first boyfriend when you were 15. You could just hear him now. ‘He’s no good for you’, ‘you can do so much better’.

“As your big brother it’s my job to protect you from these assholes.”

“Okay, firstly, you’re older than me by like, 10 minutes. Second, Troy is not an asshole.”

Nick raised an eyebrow at you with that smug 'I know better’ look. You were currently out on some sort of boar hunt and you’d been mid-conversation with Troy when Nick pulled you aside to lecture you.

“You can’t see him anymore.”

“Its not like I’m his girlfriend or anything, we’re just friends. You need to calm down.”

From a few metres ahead of you, Troy was listening to the entire conversation, and couldn’t help but clench his hands on his gun at the word 'friends’.

You shook free of Nick’s hold and jogged to catch up to Troy, ignoring your twins obnoxious sniggering.

“Hey,” you slowed to match Troy’s pace and noticed his clenched jaw and muffled response. You furrowed your eyebrows at his dismissive reply.

“Everything ok?”

“Fantastic.” You frowned and decided to give Troy some space, but still worried if you’d done something wrong.

*Troy’s P.O.V*

“Leave my sister alone.” Nick had me on the ground with a gun pointed at my head.

“She’s old enough to make her own decisions-”

“And I’m supposed to stop her from making the wrong ones. I know guys like you and I’ve seen plenty of them trying to get with my sister.” Nick pressed the gun firmly against my forehead.

“You honestly think that’s what’s going on here? You heard her yourself - we’re just friends.” Unfortunately.

“And you honestly think I’m gonna fall for that shit? Leave her alone. She’s not interested.”

“If she’s not interested then how come she kissed me?” Nick froze at my words. Y/N never actually did that, I was the one who initiated it, but Nick didn’t need to know that.

A few seconds later Nick shot the ground next to my head.


*normal P.O.V*


After your encounter with grumpy Troy you decided to walk ahead of the group by yourself when you heard a gunshot.

You froze and flipped around with your hand on your gun and saw Nick and Troy were nowhere to be seen.

“Nick? Troy?” You started running to where you’d heard the gunshot from but it was hard - in the forest you couldn’t actually tell exactly where it came from.

The crazy laughter of your brother caught your attention.

“Nick!” You called out for him but he didn’t respond - he mightn’t have heard you over his obnoxious laughing fit.

You ran out into a clearing and slowed to a stop when you saw Nick ripping out papers from a notebook.

“I guess we can be friends now.” Troy chuckled.

“What the hell happened? I heard a gun shot-”

“Nah, it was nothing. Thought I saw something.” Nick shrugged.

Troy began gathering the torn out pages from his notebook.

You eyed your brother suspiciously and began helping Troy with the papers when you found one with your name on it. You didn’t get a chance to fully read it before it was snatched hastily from your hands but you could’ve sworn you saw the words “stunning” and “beautiful” written down. That couldn’t have been about you, right? It was probably about your sister. Sure, Troy kissed you that one time, but it was brief and, for all you know, meaningless.

“That’s uh - that’s nothing.” Troy muttered.

Nick scoffed.

You looked at your brother with an eyebrow raised but he just shrugged and disappeared in the foliage to return to the group.

“Why’re you mad at me?” Troy paused and looked up at you.

“I’m not mad at you.” He looked back at the ground and grabbed another piece of paper.

“Then why won’t you talk to me?”

Troy remained silent.

“Troy. Please talk to me - at least look at me. Did I do something?”

Troy stood and approached you, scanning your face for a moment before walking off again.

“Was it something Nick said?” You grabbed Troy’s arm in the hopes that he’d stop pushing you away.

“He just…he told me about you and Jake.”

“What about me and Jake?” You crossed your arms. Now you knew your brother had definitely said something.

Troy looked at you and shrugged.

“I don’t know what Nick said to you but I’ve only spoken to Jake a few times - I don’t even know him.”

“Yo-”

Without thinking, you stood on your toes and gently pressed your lips to Troy’s. It surprised him as much as it surprised you, but that didn’t stop him from kissing you back.

“H-Hey, Y/N! What’re you doing? Stop cheating on Jake!” You pulled away from Troy and looked over his shoulder to glare at Nick.

“Oh shut up, liar.”

Memories (Part 2)

Summary: Feelings grow as you stay a night at Stark Tower, catching Bucky in the middle of a nightmare you weren’t aware of.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Telepath!Reader

Word Count: 1895

Warnings: fluff, mention of a nightmare

A/N: Here’s part two, where it’s definitely relationship fluff XD @ly–canthrope @firebendergirl33

Part 1

Originally posted by ohmystucky

The living room of Stark Tower was filled with laughter, as the Avengers sat amongst the couches. You had been a regular visitor ever since both Steve and Bucky became consistent clients. It got to the point where you were visiting so much, you’d have your own spare room in the Tower in case you decided to stay over.

“Okay, okay,” Clint laughed, holding up his hand to bring silence to the group. “What word am I thinking of… now?” He asked and you shake your head. They’d been at it constantly, trying to see if they could trick a telepath. They’d been completely unsuccessful.

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Forever | 14: Remember, Part 1

Summary: You and Sebastian Stan became best friends years ago, on the set of the first Captain America movie, and you couldn’t be happier that you had found someone just as witty and caring as you - but will feelings wiggle their way in and get in between your friendship and happiness?

Word Count: 1136

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: (Throughout) Language, Gun Violence, mentions of death

Characters (in order of appearance): Reader, Tom Holland, Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Chadwick Boseman, RDJ, Anthony Mackie

A/N: A new update, yay!!! The second part of this chapter will be posted later tonight! I’ve also decided to tag some people I noticed liking/reblogging the previous parts, but if you’d rather not be tagged, please let me know!! and if you would like to be tagged in future parts, also let me know via ask/message! Also, in the next 2 chapters //including this one// flashbacks will be noted with dates and/or times, just to help you guys not get confused/lost!

 please, as always, let me know what you think!! I love hearing from y’all :) 

Forever | 13

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L-let’s t-try that again…

I was g-gonna try to get some sleep but, but I can’t stop cuddling my Unipus, and you know, this little fella, he sure does need a name, you guys wanna help me name him? Maybe s-suggest a name? I was thinking Justin but I dunno, maybe that’s not a good name, so so if you’ve got a name you think might fit this little fella go ahead and leave a reply (but not an ask just wanna keep it here so I c-can keep track of them all! But if you wanna send an ask that’s great too of course!)

What should we n-name my Unipus?

anonymous asked:

This is probably weird, so feel free to ignore. I have this hc that, during their first time with a strapon, whether it's their general first time together or not, Alex will just start crying, and Maggie will be worried, but Alex won't want her to stop, because no, she's not in pain, nothings wrong, no, these are tears of joy. And the there's just Maggie holding her and fucking her sweetly while she cries her happy tears, and I was just wondering if maybe you could put this in a fic? Please?

They talk about it while they’re distinctly not in either of their bedrooms, because the night she’d brought over the pizza and all of her courage, Maggie had told Alex that they should probably take it slow.

For Alex’s sake, but for her own, as well.

Because she always falls, but she’s never fallen this hard, this fast, and she wants to make sure she doesn’t mess it up. Not with Alex.

Not like she messes up everything else good in her life.

And Alex? Alex is beyond good.

So they talk about it, in a dark, shadowy booth in a corner of the bar – their bar, as they’re both starting to think of it – and she kisses Alex’s knuckles, the joints of her fingers, as they talk, as they blush, as they kiss and giggle and stumble for words.

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“Honestly I think he should’ve just said yes.” Emerson says while painting her toe nails black on her white bed.

Quickly I turn away from the book shelf I was looking at moments before to glare at her.

For the past 15 minutes we had been talking about this guy in our grade named Kyle. Kyle had been dating this girl named Sarah whose a year below us (Junior) for probably 5 years. Well just last Friday, the two of them were supposed to go to the movies but last minute Sarah canceled without a reason. Kyle got suspicious so he went over to her house. Long story short he walked in on Sarah and some random dude from another school making out. Today during lunch Sarah got in front of everyone and begged for his forgiveness. He of course said no and she ran out crying.

Emerson, my best friend, thinks since they have been dating for so long that something like this was bound to happen, so he should just get over it and take her back.

I of course disagree. Ever since we first met in the 1st grade, we always seem to disagree. And yet we still agree on a lot of things. For example, we like the same music and books.

“Lets just drop it.” I say plopping down on her bed and pause before continuing.

“Hows you and Landon.” I say picking at my nails.

Landon is Emerson’s I guess you could say boyfriend. Shes the type of girl that always has to have a boyfriend. I remember her first relationship was in the 3rd grade. I use the word “relationship” very loosely, well because it was third grade. But ever since then, she’ll date a guy for a couple weeks then drop him. Her longest relationship was 3 weeks I believe. Landon and Emerson have been dating for about 2 weeks so he has a week left before he’s dumped on the curb and shes onto the next.

Immediately she puts the polish down and turns to me with a wide grin.

“I know I’ve said this a million times but I think he might be the one!” she says clapping her hands together.

I get up from my back and sit criss cross in front of her.

“Hm lets see, you said Bryan was the one then Henry, Joe, Cole, Gabe, and now Landon, I don’t believe you know what the “one” feels like.” I say giving her a playful smile.

“Hey! I do too and it’s real this time!” She says laughing while giving my shoulder a shove.

“Plus you’ve never even had a boyfriend so you have no room to talk.” Emerson continues.

“It doesn’t matter that I’ve never had a boyfriend, you know someones the one when you get butterfly’s when your around them, or they could be talking about how they need to do the laundry and you look at them like they just created the sun, and you just feel it.”

Emerson laughs.

“Alora, you have read one to many romance novels and watched one too many chick flicks! Butterfly’s aren’t real!” She says throwing her head back and laughing even louder.

I take a pillow out from behind me and throw it at her head. It hits her but only causes her to laugh more. Soon I start to laugh and then we both can’t stop.

After a few more minutes of dying of laughter we calm down.

“You know I’m right, now its 2:00 in the morning, I’ve got work in the morning lets go to bed.” I say wiping the tears from my eyes.

“Ok, daddy.” Emerson says with a wink.

I just roll my eyes and get ready for bed.

Last year we were in math class and our teacher was named Mr. Reynolds. He was probably in his late 20s and was so hot. For fun Emerson and I would call him daddy between classes and when he wasn’t around. Well one day I wasn’t paying any attention and Mr. Reynolds called on me but I thought for some reason it was Emerson and said “Yes, daddy?” I was so embarrassed and Emerson hasn’t let me live it down since.

“Goodnight.” Emerson says turning off the the bedside lamp.

I mumble a goodnight and close my eyes.

Tomorrow is Saturday so that means I work from 10:30-2:30 at “Mikes Records”. It’s been my favorite record store since I was little so as soon as I turned 16, I applied for the job. I’m 17 now so I haven’t been working there for a long time but it’s felt like forever. On weekdays since I don’t do any extra curricular activities I just head to work and work until 5:30.

*Next Morning*

“Girls wake up! I made pancakes!” Emerson’s mom Karen says sticking her head in the door before turning around to head back to the kitchen.

Karen was the type of mom that deserved to be on a reality TV show or at least be on TV. She always was dressed up and had a full face of makeup on 24/7. I’ve only seen her without makeup maybe a handful of times. Food was always on the table and not just Eggo’s and Sunny D. Every morning shed make eggs, pancakes, bacon, etc and freshly squeezed orange juice. She seemed like a great mom but she was with a new guy every night. Also she had a nasty habit of gossiping about everyone and everything with her snobby rich friends.

A good idea of who she acts like is Regina Georges mom from Mean Girls. She’s more of a friend than a mom.

I rolled out of bed stretching my arms above my head and let out a loud yawn.

“Alora shut up I’m sleeping.” Emerson mumbles still half asleep.

“Emerson get your fat butt up we gotta grab coffee before work.” I say grabbing my phone to text my mom that I’m up getting ready.

Every time I go to Emerson’s house and stay over night, my mom makes me check in all the time. She’s very protective. Well over protective. I guess you could say I’m a goody goody. Every year I have straight A’s, never get in trouble by any one, never been to a party, anything. I haven’t even kissed a boy yet or been on a date.

I grab my clothes and get dressed. I decided to wear a big Led Zeppelin shirt with light blue skinny jeans and white shoes.

Quickly I pull my hair up into a pony tail and grab my makeup bag and head to the bathroom. Well it’s not really a makeup bag because it only consists of 5 things. Eye lash curler, mascara, concealer, bronzer, and a brush.

I finish getting ready as Emerson is just getting up.

After 20 minutes of waiting around she’s finally ready so we head to leave. There’s literally a feast on the table so I feel bad not eating anything so I grab a piece of bacon and we head to Emerson’s car.

I have a car but I’m only allowed to drive it to school and work. But since I stayed the night at Emerson’s, my mom wont let me drive it.

The car ride to the coffee shop was pretty quiet due to Emerson being “dead” until 9 and it was 8:10. Her words not mine.

Finally we pulled up around 8:25.

Coffee shops were always my favorite places.I could spend hours in one and never get bored. Starbucks was okay but I preferred little coffee shops that weren’t well known and felt like you were walking into some indie music video. The building was all brick and had a huge window with 3 tables in front of it. When you walk in you smell coffee beans and hear soft music.

Emerson and I head to our usual table by the big window.

She reaches into her bag and pulls out her laptop. More than likely to work on all the homework that she never does during the week. I set my stuff down and go grab our coffees that were already made by the owner Mrs. Claire.

Since we had been coming here ever since we were young we became best friends with the owner who’s a sweet old lady probably in her 70s.

“Here you go Missy.” Mrs. Claire said smiling handing over the 2 cups.

“Thank you, how are you this morning?” I ask.

We chat for a few more moments before I head back to our table and start reading my book “The Book Thief” I’ve only just started but so far so good.

Soon it turned into 10.

“Hey girl I’m gonna go ahead and leave. Landon wants to meet at that donut shop then go shopping. I’ll be back to pick you up when you’re shift ends.” Emerson says packing up.

We said our goodbyes and I moved to the table directly in front of the big window. I sat on the side of the table directly beside the front door with the cover of my book facing the window.

There was only a hand full of people besides me in the coffee shop today. An older couple who are both reading the newspaper, some girl that seemed the be in college with papers all over the table, and Mrs. Claire.

Deep into my book I faintly hear the door chime indicating someone came in. I just ignored it and kept reading my book.

Suddenly I hear the chair in front of me screech causing me to jump.

“M’sorry love didn’t mean to startle yeh.” Says a tall man dressed in black jeans, boots, and a white t-shirt. His brown hair was pulled into a bun and black sun glasses were hooked on his t-shirt. To be completely honest he smelled quiet nice.He had tattoos all over his arms. Plus he had a accent, maybe Australian? No no it was British. He was British.

“No your good, sorry I was just reading and not paying attention.” I say blushing.

Damn cute boys. Why do I always have to be so nervous around them?

“Yeah I saw you from outside readin’ that book, It’s a great book isn’t it?” The handsome stranger said while leaning forward on his elbows pointing to my book.

“Well I’m not that far in yet, but so far I really like it. I’m guessing you’ve read it before?” I ask but mentally slap myself in the face. Of course he has read it Alora, he just said It’s a great book, why would he say a book he’s never read was a great book? Idiot.

He chuckles the most beautiful chuckle I’ve ever heard before he speaks.

“I’ve actually read it a couple times over the years. I’m Harry by the way.” He says sticking his hand out to shake.

Quickly I take his hand and shake it. Immediately I feel tingles. I guess he felt them too because we both let go super fast and awkwardly laugh.

“I’m Alora.” I say with a light smile.

“What a beautiful name, what brings you here?” Harry asks looking at me intently. Crap was there something on my face? Just calm down Alora.

“Usually every Saturday my friend Emerson and I come have coffee before I work next door.” I say trying to stay calm under his gaze.

Should I be giving all this info to a complete stranger? No probably not, he could be a murderer for all I know. But he’s so hot. Ugh I’m not thinking straight.

“Mikes Records? I love that place, when I moved here from Holmes Chapel a few years back, he was the first person I met. Haven’t been to see him in a bit, now I have a reason to come.” He says with a smirk.

I’m sure I turned as red as a tomato and looked down at the table with a small smile on my lips.

“Well I’m gonna be late if I don’t go now, but I hope to see you around Alora.” He says standing up smiling at me.

“It was nice to meet you Harry.” I say smiling.

We both say say bye and he goes to get his coffee. Before he leaves he winks at me then leaves.

Deep breaths Alora, deep breaths.

I just talked to the hottest guy of my life. Plus he reads and dresses good! And his smell! The tingles!!

I look at Mrs.Claire who is already looking at me with a big smirk on her face.

Loudly I say “I think I peed myself.” causing people to look at me weird but Mrs. Claire just laughed.

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So I really want to write a book and got the idea randomly. Also this is just fiction so I don’t necessarily support illegal dating. This is about Harry Styles but he isn’t famous in my book.

Don’t forget to like and if you have any helpful suggestions, let me know!! Thanks!

okay, i got sum #thoughts on the whole savannah thing yall....

i will preface this with the fact that i do love maxwell, dearly, but i also realize that in all his carefree love and generosity, he is also painfully, painfully naive and dense, in a lot of ways.

im actually kind of on bertrand’s side here - i think it was entirely unfair of maxwell and savannah to deny him the choice to see or know about his son. sure, he may not have changed his tune about savannah, maybe he would have, but that’s not the point: he has a right to be involved in his son’s life, and it was callous of maxwell and savannah to make the decision for him.

sure, maybe he wouldn’t have taken it all that well: maybe he would have denounced the baby as illegitimate and therefore nothing but a blemish on his house’s reputation and name. a lot of bertrand’s personality would point to him reacting like this. which is unfortunate and sad, but that’s not the point: we don’t entirely know how he would react - conversely, he could have been overjoyed to have a son, whom, though not conceived or born into the “best” of situations with regard to nobility and what have you, he would have loved and supported.

i think bertrand has a… skewed perception of expressing concern and love. he clearly does care and love his brother, even if his way of showing it is over-the-top misguided (to a degree) and harsh. he yells at and criticizes maxwell so often, mostly because maxwell isn’t really helping the beaumont financial situation with his taking money and acting a bit like a boob at social functions. like, i guess it get why bertrand acts the way he does. i’m not excusing his behaviour, i think he needs to shape up and stop being so hard on maxwell, but at the same time, maxwell kind of needs some tough love. bertrand has to maintain the house’s reputation as well as he can, yet he doesn’t know how or why the house has fallen into such financial disrepair. then you factor in maxwell there, a guy who kind of doesn’t slot into the typical “noble” stereotype, and creates a lot of stress for his brother. so it makes sense why bertrand acts the way he does - he is left by his lonesome to financially and socially manage a failing house while maxwell just kind of does his own thing, actively weighing down the situation even more for bertrand. bertrand treats maxwell like a child a lot of the time because that’s kind of how maxwell acts - bertrand wants to re-direct his brother in a way that will ensure the future of house beaumont, thereby ensuring his and his brother’s “survival” in a way. again, bertrand could go about it A LOT better and should, and in the same vein, i think maxwell needs to buck up and realize the severity of the situation.

so then you get to maxwell, supporting savannah. it’s nice and noble, it is, to a point. maybe for the entirety of the pregnancy and the first year he could have sent money to her so she was entirely provided for, but at this point, it’s overkill, and it’s only making the house beaumont money problems worse.

you gotta consider how expensive it all is and how much it would chip away at a noble house’s finances. first off, noble european family are, yeah, typically loaded. millionaires, multiple times over. so the fact that house beaumont is losing monumental amounts of money regularly, to the point where it could bankrupt and ruin the family, really speaks to how, frankly, idiotic maxwell is being with the money. secondly, savannah’s living situation is not doing anyone any favours - friggin paris? really? not cheap, obviously. then, you factor in that it’s clearly a nice, spacious apartment, that is, on top of this, also clearly furnished well. then you further factor in that savannah has not had a job the entire time she has been there, and i’m gonna go ahead a just extrapolate that bartie’s probably one a half. so, that’s over two years, bringing in the time of the pregnancy, of entirely supporting a woman and her baby in every facet of their lives - and not just supporting them with the basics or a few things here or there, but actively paying for two+ years of pricey, quality living. maxwell, bless his naive-ass little heart, probably would have been pretty bad for frequent extravagant baby gifts, too.

i know it would have been hard, leaving your baby behind for something like 7-8 hours a day or whatever, but at this point, savannah could have gotten a job. and idk if it was her decision, probably somewhat, but paris did not have to be the city she chose to live in. she also didn’t need an apartment like so. she could have easily been put somewhere much less financially draining and still lived nicely and well, and she wouldn’t even need to get the demanding of a job if she was still generally being supported, to a lesser extent, on the beaumont’s dime. it would have been better for everyone all around if this had occurred: money withdrawn by maxwell wouldn’t be so exorbitant as to bankrupt an entirely family, leaving bertrand in a less tense place and not so suspicious and distrustful of his brother’s finances, and savannah could still largely do her thing, though i do still believe bertrand should be informed - he deserves that much, imo.

but thats just my opinion yall and yeah, i’m probably skewing things/don’t have all the info there but i just had to say it!! 

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Can you please do #128 with Jensen please ❤️

#128: “Don’t touch me. We’re fighting.”


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“I’m so sick of this, Jensen!” As I stormed into the living room, and saw him coming in late from work yet again, I gave him a glare as I walked right up to him and pushed him against the wall. “It’s two in the freaking morning! We have three Jeopardy’s to catch up on and not to mention an Amazing Race episode, and you’re just out all night leaving me here by myself!”

“Y/N…”

“No! I let it slide yesterday and the day before, but I’m lonely, Jensen. And I know you’re almost done with filming, but I don’t care! I have to sit here every night and drink beer and watch stupid Wheel of Fortune, and then change channels because I would feel bad if I watched Jeopardy without you. But I’m done doing that. I’m sick of it. So the next time you’re late getting home, I’m gonna go ahead and watch Jeopardy. And I won’t leave you leftovers either because I’m sick of cooking for two just to sit alone at the dinner table, so you can kiss that good-”

Suddenly his hand was wrapped under my chin and on my cheeks as he was pushing my lips closed in an attempt to shut me up. My glare only intensified.

“Don’t touch me. We’re fighting,” I huffed, causing him to laugh and peck me on the lips softly. “No, Jensen. I’m annoyed. Really, really annoyed right now.”

“Y/N, we’re done filming.”

“Oh, stop with your excuses, Jay! I’m just so waiting for the day that we can wake up late and lay in bed and do nothing all day, just because we fucking want to! Wait…” I stopped and tilted my head at him as his smile grew. “You’re done?”

“Yeah, we stayed late tonight to finish up,” He chuckled. “If you would stop fighting with me, you’d have known that a lot sooner.”

I looked down at my feet, embarrassed at myself, then looked up at him and gave him a guilty smile, “So…Jeopardy?”

He kissed my forehead and walked towards the kitchen, dragging me by the hand, “You said there were leftovers?”

I bit my lip nervously and smiled sheepishly, “Well…I may have gotten hungry and eaten it because you were so late getting home…”

He sighed, then brought out his phone, “Pizza it is, then.”


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Spooktacular Summer

Ship: Reaper76

Summary: Usually Gabriel is excited to decorate for Halloween as early as he can. But something is bothering him this year…

Tags: Modern AU, Halloween, Fluff, Family Fluff, Domestic Fluff, it’s just fun lighthearted halloweeny fluff you guys

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The later into summer it got, the more antsy Gabriel felt.

It wasn’t the heat; he was from Los Angeles, so the summer warmth and humidity was no big deal. It wasn’t the onset of school time, though trying to get all the supplies for his adopted kid was a huge pain in the ass.

No, it was the fact that in just a few very short weeks it would be October, which meant that it would be Halloween.

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mini-me

vax/grog | oneshot | ao3

Summary:   Grog doesn’t like babies. Doesn’t mean he’s gonna just leave one laying around outside.

Notes:  I didn’t do nearly as much for rarepair week as I should have, but here, have this instead.  I probably could add more to it, but I want to go ahead and get this out.  

It’s a sequel to Thinking Too Much, but if you haven’t read that, the only things you need to know are 1) nothing important happened after the Chroma Conclave and 2) Vax and Grog are dating.  Be aware that there are mentions of infant exposure and ableism (leading to said infant exposure), but nothing graphic.

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The baby goliath squirmed in the spare blanket as Grog carried it back to camp.  At least it wasn’t crying yet–he could handle a little squirming, he’d picked up Pike and Scanlan so much he was used to it, but screaming was supposed to just happen when he was fighting someone.  Not when he needed to change a diaper.

“You’re a fighter, right?” Grog asked the baby.  It wasn’t gonna answer him, but that was fine.  Walking by himself with an abandoned kid was just weird.  It was still alive, so the herd that left it behind was probably close.  “You wouldn’t cry just ‘cause you peed yourself.”

Predictably, the baby didn’t reply.  Its little face just squinched up more.  Grog made a face back, but the baby’s eyes were closed so it didn’t see.

The kid kept quiet all the way back to camp, where Grog found Vax already awake.  “Where’ve you been?” Vax asked, poking the fire with a stick, and then he looked up.  “What the hell is that?”

“I got bored so I thought I’d look around, right?” Grog explained.  “Scout around, see if there was anything worth finding around here.  And I found a baby.”

“You found a baby,” Vax said, slowly.  He frowned, eyebrows getting furrowed like they did when he was on the way to getting real-upset and not just messing-with-him upset.  “It’s not your baby, is it?”

Grog sighed.  People called him stupid, but he was pretty sure Vax was stupider sometimes.  “How would I even make a fuckin’ baby that fast?  Nah, look–”  He unwound the blanket he’d wrapped the baby in; it was smelly on account of being in the Bag of Holding for forever, but whatever.  “It ain’t got an arm.  Its herd probably just left it.”  It sorta had an arm, a few inches of chubby baby stuff below its shoulder that ended in skin that was folded like it hadn’t been sure where to stop.  

Now Vax’s eyes were wide.  So they’d definitely be keeping the baby, at least for now.  “Just left it?”  He stared at the baby, and then up at Grog.  “You do that?”

“I don’t,” Grog snapped.  He’d fuckin’ rescued the thing, right?  It wasn’t like he didn’t know about herds and leaving babies and shit.  When he used to be with the Herd of Storms, they’d left anyone who couldn’t keep up to die, elders and warriors who’d gotten too hurt to walk and yeah, sometimes kids.  And he knew they weren’t the only ones.  It was what goliaths did.  

Didn’t mean he liked it.  And he couldn’t have helped everyone who got left behind.

“It’s probably gonna be hungry,” said Grog.  He shouldered past Vax and sat down by the campfire.  “Think it’ll eat jerky?”

“Oh gods no,” said Vax, and sat down beside Grog. He reached over Grog’s arm to poke the kid’s soft head, and then its eyes opened.  It blinked a little bit and stared up at Grog’s beard, not like it was really interested but just ‘cause it was in the way of its eyes.  Grog knew that look.  He’d seen it in people who’d gotten hit real hard in a tavern fight.  “He’s gotta be a newborn, right?  Probably shouldn’t be eating anything besides milk. And is he supposed to be that cold?” He moved his hand from the baby’s head to Grog’s arm, frowning.

“It was sitting outside naked for a while, probably just needs to warm up,” Grog said, rolling his eyes.  “Why don’t you do that glowy thing?”

Vax blinked at him.

“With your hands?”

“Oh, that,” Vax said, smirking a little.  He leaned over to poke the baby’s nose and his finger lit up, gold light running down it into the baby.  Its eyes got a little less glassy and its squirming stopped, just for a second.  Then the light went away and it started to cry.

“Oh, hell no.” Grog pushed the baby to Vax.  “Your fault, you deal with it.”

“Don’t call him it,” said Vax.  He took the baby, thank fuck, but it just started screaming louder.  Vax jiggled it a little, like that would help.  “I think the crying’s a good sign–he feels warmer too. So good call on the healing, big man.”

(After they’d started on the whole dating thing, and not just the fucking thing, Vax had tried calling Grog romantic shit.  Like, he said sweetheart once and then Grog laughed so hard he fell over.  So he mostly just stuck to big man now, which was fine because 1) hell yeah, Grog was and 2) only Vax ever called him that.  Scanlan did once, and Vax said, “Nah, that’s my thing.”  So that was sorta romancey.)

“Thanks,” said Grog.  He didn’t bother explaining that you were supposed to call babies it until they were big enough that you knew they probably weren’t gonna die.  Pike got really upset when he told her that ages ago, and Vax was just as much of a softie as she was sometimes.  “Now how do we make it stop?”

“I don’t know,” said Vax, scowling as he tried to rock the baby.  “Can you use that jug of yours to make milk or something? Do we have any bottles?”

Grog pulled out the jug.  Milk was pretty basic, right?  If it could make mayonnaise it could probably do milk.  He tapped on the lid.  “Goliath tit milk,” he told it.

“Oh for god’s sake, Grog,” said Vax.  

Grog ignored him and opened the lid–no dice. “Breast milk,” he tried again, and grinned.  

“Really?” asked Vax.

Grog made eye contact with Vax, who was trying to pat the baby’s head.  “I would like some tit liquid, please,” he told the jug.

“Why am I your boyfriend,” said Vax, and Grog gave up trying to pretend he wasn’t laughing.  He was so easy.  “Milk!  Regular-ass milk!”

Grog hoped to fuck it wasn’t full of ass milk, but when he opened the jug the milk looked pretty normal.  They didn’t have bottles so instead Grog had to pour it really slowly in the kid’s face while Vax rocked him.  Vax ended up with it all over his armor, but eventually the kid stopped crying.

“Oh thank the gods,” said Vax when Grog was done. He used a bit of the blanket to wipe off the kid’s face and smiled down at it.  “That was all you needed, wasn’t it?  A little dinner and some healing and you’re oh FUCK–

The baby threw up all over the blanket and Vax’s hand, and Grog started laughing while Vax sputtered.  Fuckin’ babies.

Finally they washed everything off, sort of. They fished one of Tary’s old shirts out of the bag of holding and Vax cut it into little squares to make diapers while Grog held the kid.  Then they found a cleaner blanket and tucked it in like a baby burrito.

It liked him more than Vax, Grog thought; even after it’d stopped crying on Vax it made little fussy noises, but when Grog held it the way Pike had shown him once–he really just needed one arm, it was so small–it closed its eyes and got quiet. “Think it knows we’re both the same,” he told Vax.  

He’d never gotten the deal with babies, but with its eyes closed like this it really was cute the way that really ugly dogs were cute.  Its skin had a weird red color under the grey, like it was blushing, and its head was shaped a bit like a cone.  

Grog was glad he’d found the thing.

A warm weight settled against his shoulder. He’d gotten used to it; Vax liked leaning on him, and if he wasn’t trying to hold a baby he’d put an arm around Vax too.  “We should take him back to Whitestone,” Vax said.

“There’s a town closer,” Grog pointed out.  “Probably has an orphanage or a temple that’ll take it.” They’d passed through on their way to take out a necromancer, and there were only about two days left in their return trip, but Whitestone was about a week away.  Slower if they had to keep a kid with them.

Vax shook his head.  “Orphanages can be fucked up,” he said.  “I’d rather leave him in Whitestone; I trust Vex and Percy to keep the one there running well.  And we can keep an eye on him.”

Grog rolled his eyes.  The kid kicked a little against its blankets, maybe dreaming or something.  What did babies dream about?  They were probably too dumb to dream about being great warriors, right?  “You’re gonna be a big sap about it, aren’t you?”

I’m gonna be a sap?” Vax asked with a snort.  “You’re the one who can’t take his eyes off the thing.”

Oh, shit, he had been staring.  Grog glared at his partner instead.  “Can too,” he snapped–too loud, because the baby jerked in his arms and yelled.  “Shh, dummy, I was just yelling at Vax,” he told the thing, rocking it a bit.  “That’s normal.”

The baby stopped crying after a second.  “Sap,” Vax whispered.